"'Yes,' said I. '"The confession," said the General, "can not be made by me. He must make it."' "'The confession!' he repeated. "'Yes. And I suppose that you will not be unwilling to grant a dying man's request.' "Obed Chute said nothing for some time, but sat staring at me, evidently engaged in profound thought. At any rate, he saw through and through me. "'Young man,' said he at last, 'where are you lodging?' "'At the Astor House,' said I, in some surprise. "'Well, then, go back to the Astor House, pack up your trunk, pay your bill, take your fare in the first steamer, and go right straight back home. When you get there, give my compliments' to Sir Henry Furlong, and tell him if he wants his sister he had better hunt her up himself. As to that affecting message which you have brought from General Pomeroy, I can only say, that, as he evidently did not explain this business to you, I certainly will not. I was only his agent. Finally, if you want to find Redfield Lyttoun, you may march straight out of that door, and look about you till you find him.' "Saying this, he rose, opened the door, and, with a savage frown, which forbade remonstrance, motioned me out. "I went out. There was evidently no hope of doing any thing with Obed Chute." "Then you failed," said Hilda, in deep disappointment. "Failed? No. Do you not see how the reticence of this Obed Chute confirms all our suspicions? But wait till you hear all, and I will tell you my conclusions. You will then see whether I have discovered any thing definite or not. "I confess I was much discouraged at first at my reception by Obed Chute. I expected every thing from this interview, and his brutality baffled me. I did not venture back there again, of course. I thought of trying other things, and went diligently around among the convents and religious orders, to see if I could find out any thing about the fate of Lady Chetwynde. My letters of introduction from Sir H. Furlong and from Lord Chetwynde led these simple-minded people to receive me with confidence. They readily seconded my efforts, and opened their records to me. For some time my search was in vain; but, at last, I found what I wanted. One of the societies of the Sisters of Charity had the name of Sister Ursula, who joined them in the year 1840. She was Lady Chetwynde. She lived with them eight years, and then disappeared. Why she had left, or where she had gone, was equally unknown. She had disappeared, and that was the end of her. After this I came home." [Illustration: "With A Savage Frown He Motioned Me Out."] "And you have found out nothing more?" said Hilda, in deep disappointment. "Nothing," said Gualtier, dejectedly; "but are you not hasty in despising what I have found out? Is not this something?" "I do not know that you have discovered anything but what I knew before," said Hilda, coldly. "You have made some conjectures--that is all."